My Dream Journal

25/4 The King

In this particular dream, I don't remember the beginning but I do remember the middle to end, so I'll be telling you what I can remember from that.

          I had just settled down with two of my friends into some sort of apartment.  We were all wearing some sort of peachy orange shirt and black yoga pants.  In the dream I overheard someone shout that we all had to go meet the king, whoever that was,  and so I grabbed my friends and we headed out.  The scene shifted to me standing in a line that was gathering in front of a large throne with a small waterfall and a bridge over the waterfall very close to the throne.  The line was moving fairly quickly and I was looking around for my friends trying to see where they had gone.  I couldn't find them and came to the conclusion they had gone through the line and had left.  As I got closer to the throne I could make out the features of the man who was sitting in the throne.  

          He is hard to describe,  I can describe him as a cross between, Tom Hiddleston, Scott Hoying and Sebastian Stan.  He had striking eyes, a beautiful light blue, and dark brown hair a little longer than his shoulders.  Later, I would find out he had the attitude of Loki mixed with Captain America and just a bit of Tony Stark.  Main point, he was encapsulating, from the way he was sitting, to how he held his head, to his facial expression.  He emulated dominance and I was completely captured by it.

           As I approached him, I could see him kissing the hand of the other people who were in line and then the people going to submerge themselves in the waterfall, and then leaving.  Pretty random I know.  But nevertheless as I got closer I could hear my heart pounding and began to straight up stare at him.  Finally, it was my turn. I walked up the steps to the throne and he took my hand in his.  Then slowly he kissed it,  and from my hand I felt a ripple of air go through my body.  It was indescribable but I felt like he owned me, or in better words that I would do anything to serve him and be near him.   We had kept eye contact the whole time and I saw him smirk, a seductive, controlling, I-want-and-will-have-you, smile.  Then I followed the rest of the crowd and laid down in the water under the waterfall.  As I felt the water cover my face I felt a rush of a sense of being controlled, like I knew I was being controlled, but I liked it and wanted to go with it.  Then I stood up and left, but before leaving the courtyard, I looked back at the throne and saw the king looking directly at me.  I made the decision in my dream to come back later that night to see him.

          The scene shifted yet again to me at my apartment with my friends,  they were talking about the king and how they didn't like him.  They said that if you look into his eyes you fall under his spell.  Then I suppose they looked at me curiously, because then they asked,

          " **Lilith, did you look into his eyes when you approached him?"    Immediately I denied their claim, but also felt an abrupt pull to go to him, I left with the ruse of going on a walk and headed straight for the throne.

          When I arrived, I saw him sitting at the throne.  I was terrified, but also excited to see how I could serve him.  As I climbed the steps to where he was sitting, I could see through the evening light that he had his eyes glued to me.  I stopped and kneeled in front of him, keeping my eyes down.  I felt his soft hand caress my cheek and I heard him say,

          "Dear girl, why did you lie?"  Of course he was referencing how I had lied to my friends about looking into his eyes.

          "I was ashamed Sire, please forgive me."  I said quietly and slowly, and still refused to look at him.  A strange sense of shame had come over me and I had no choice but to obey it.  

          " **Lilith, look at me."  He said in a soft but firm and compelling  voice.  I lifted my head, and his hand had still been on my cheek, but when I looked up at him he drew it back and sat tall and powerful in his throne.   I could not pull my eyes away from his.  They looked into my very soul and put a lock around my heart and mind.  I completely submitted to him,  I was his toy, and I would do anything to serve him.  He smiled a wicked, arrogant and slightly sexy smile.  

          "Come."  He said authoritatively, with his voice full of pride and dominance.  I stood up and walked closer to sit on his lap, straddling his lap with my legs, facing him.  I clasped my hands behind my back as he sat with his back against the throne, his arms on each arm rest beside me.  I looked into his eyes, submitting myself to the ripple he caused within me (not sexual).  He gazed into my eyes with a happy smirk, looking pleased that I had been so easy to seduce, that my mind was so simple.  The longer we sat there in silence, him looking at me, and me looking at him.  I grew more tired, my eyelids drooping until my head started to fall.  He then placed two fingers lightly under my chin and lifter my head up, making my eyes open once more to meet his.  His face was close to mine, his eyes were glowing orbs.  He whispered to me.

          "Now you're mine."

          And then.  I woke up.

(**Lilith is not my real name)